Us

I was
you were
We were
happiness
Joy
photos
in the frame
You are
I am
we are
long lasted
defrosted
love
just
not the
same

Speck

King in my own right
World moves around me
I, I, me, me
Nothing else I see
No one else I want to be
My planes, my ships
My palaces, my trips
I, I, me, me
Nothing else I see
One night in my dream
A gale pulled me
Took me to the sky
Showed me the light
And how tiny, insignificant
My kingdom appears to be
Ships were specks
In vastness of the sea
Myself just nothing
Nothing at all to be
Then I was left alone
Falling from the sky
Pondering on the way too steep
I, I, me, me
Nothing is what I am
Nothing is what I be

Definition

Me, Moi, I, Je
Morning breeze
Sun ray
Deep within
Broken thought
Melancholy
Crushed heart
New day
Fresh start
Put a smile on..

Pièce de résistance

thought passes through
light years of contemplation
ingrained in the fabric of the universe
after billion books were written, read and memorised
all in the name of love of I
it is never you,
if it is, it is never true
day will come and death will knock
the redemption door will stay shut
until I is left in a thick, dreadful rut
and a journey commences
to discover the soul denied
how body concealed and heart lied
life beyond self, sitting on the shelf
the first, middle and the last book
of devotion, selfless emotion, agape
distant evolution, of kind
not considered worthy of mention, before
what could have been the intention
of such worthless, clueless thought,
opinions of sages sought,
to defeat hope, desire of something before I
I commences scouting, shouting abuse
at green shoots, inkling of new,
uncharted galaxy, time bends, skew
perception, accept reception of end
lend a hand, be that of destiny
annihilate I, old adversary, good bye

Flying to the moon

life, why you are not fair
because of you,
indeed because of you,
I lost that zeal and flair
now flying to the moon
to find tranquility soon
grip slipping away from sanity
slowly becoming a loon